Kyrian felt a genuine sense of satisfaction rise within his chest, a warmth that went beyond physical exhaustion.
Coming from anyone else, perhaps that praise would not have meant much. Empty words were common in the cultivation world, where everyone tried to appear greater than they truly were.
But coming from Sun Luguo...
It was worth far more than dozens of ordinary compliments.
The old man carefully placed the sword on the workbench, as if he were laying a baby down to sleep.
"Three blades..."
"...in just one day."
His gaze remained on the third sword, studying it with the attention it deserved.
"It was possible to clearly see your progress."
At last, he turned back to Kyrian, his eyes meeting his disciple's with an intensity that spoke of mutual respect.
"Honestly..."
"I've never seen anyone learn this fast."
He pointed toward the third sword.
"It's already on the verge of perfection."
"If you continue improving at this pace..."
